New Ulm weekly review., 1887-09-28
The Good White Brother.

The Good White Brother.
About fifteen miles from the beauti.
full City of Tallahassee, the capital o
Florida, lived an old planter whose
relations with the Indians had been
SO pleasant that he had not the slight.
est fear,o danger, although an Indian
war had broke out, and he had been
warned of the possible result to him.
self. He had been almost paterna,
in his conduct toward them, upright
and just in ailhis dealings, giving them
shelter and food whenever requested.
always aiding them in distress, and
seemed to occupy q very high place in
their regard. a great many of his
neighbors had abandoned their plan.
tations and fled to the forts, but he
rem aimed, confident in his belief Of b.
solute safety, and having been repeat.
edly assured by the Indians that, no
matter what happened, this 'tgood
white brother" as they called him,
and his family should not be moles,
ted. His family consisted OF himself,
wife, and little girl OF tender years.
and two chubby boys OF 4 and 6 years.
Il was a warm, beautiful day in early
September. Earth, sky and air were
in blessed amity. and the scene was
one OF placid peace and quiet. In the
their fodder, the score OF slaves were
at their quarters enjoying their noon
day rest, and the planter and his wife,
having finished their dinner, were sit
ting on the long, rambling piazza hav.
ing a quiet chat over household af.
fairs. All at once they notic* d a par
:c OF some thirty Indians approach
ing the house. This, however, was no
unusual spectacle, and excited no feel
ing OF uneaslness or apprehension.
pven though the savaces we're in full
war paint.
The planter, relying implicitly on tbs
friendly feelings he supposed were ell.
tertained for him by the Indians, and
which he knew he had we'll deserved
by long years of friendly service, greet
ed them with kindly smile and cor.
dial handshake as they came to the
porch, all OF which they appeared tc
reciprocate. The good wife brought
them out a nice lunch, OF the best the
house afforded, which they seemed
very grateful for. Alter eating this
they bestowed themselves carelessly
upon the porch, and lighting their
pipes became absorbed in the fragrant
wreaths of smoke.
What scene for a painter! The
middle aged planter and his wifein the
center, calm and peaceful, without the
slightest thought OF danger in their
minds; the two little boys romDing in
the doorway; the negroes laughing
and singing in their cabins, and group.
ed around this happy home circle a
band OF merci' ess savages, each one,
though outwardly calm and compos-
ed, with murder ranking in his heart
and every nerve tingling with pleased
expectancy waiting for a. sign from
their lea der to turn the peaceful scene
in to one OF blood, outrage, ruin and
desolation. In order to give his red
guests some amusement. the plan
ter called some Of the slaves
to the porch. One of them had a
banjo, and rapidly lingering the
strings he sent out jolly strains of
mild melody, to which the others
danced in rude harmony. The In.
dians seemed very much pleased with
this entertainment, but the furtive
looks that they cast at the leader
showed that they were becoming i'm
patient over the delay. Their eyes
seemed to glisten with intense
luster; the pipes were carefully put
away; the decisive moment had come.
The leader occupied a position al
most directly in the rear of the plant
re. Carelessly stretching himself he
loosened his tomahawk from its belt.
The others RENAMED motionless and
impassive. With a quick movement,
ike the leap of a startled PLANTER, he
buried his hatchet in the skull of the
unsuspected planter. With a smoth-
sred groan the victim fell from his.
chair dead.
His wife sprang to her feet with g.
Wild shrek OF horror and despair and
turned to flee. A rude hand clutched
her by the hair and brought her to,
her knees; sharp knife cu5her throat
from ear to ear. Another flourish Of
the blood-staineG knife and;her scalp
was tore off while she was yet in the
throes of DEATH The negroes were
placed under guard while the savages,
searched high and low for the little
girl. The little boys were bound hand
and foot and their tongues cut out.
They were then thrown into the kitch-
en-. The mules were brought out and
the barn and out-buildings fired. The
search for the little girl, was a. fruit
less one and was finally. abandoned.
Returning to the house they secured
what plunder they could find and then
set fire to the house, and taking the
negroes with them lett the.place: 'The
bodies OF the murdered parents lad
been dragged into the Kitchen. wnere
the boys were, and all were.sft to the
wild work of the flames.
She had gone that morning to
little stream about four miles from
her fathers house to fish, and had
not noticed the lapse ofStinae uaas;l she
saw by the sun that it was, lone past
the dinner hour. Then taking her line